Secrets have been kept, and secrets shall now be told. Unbeknownst to my community, I once went under the guise of Sir Mavius of clan Narshak, first disciple of Sir Wallace McGreggor, and an outcast still undergoing the pangs of failed redemption. In his wisdom and kindness, Sir Wallace hast forgiven me for my dissapearance. I, however, have not been so kind to my conscience, and what could have been still haunts me to this day.
Yet I despair not! For I have gained some repentance in the long and prosperous time I have spent amongst those here at the Rebel Faction. Let their barbaric tongue fool thou not, for they are good of heart and admirable of virtue. All except for Sir Beff Pike, a ruffian and a scoundrel. Do not trust this man anywhere near thy loins, for surely he shall take advantage.
I must apologize for my basic grasp on the tongue of old. I have spent so much time amongst those of the lesser language that mine own grasp of the fair speech has waned. Hopefully, with thy continued presence, in time my voice shall grow fairer yet, as it had in days of old.
It would do my heart good to have Sir Wallace know of my continued presence and continued writing. It would do my soul good for him to know that I have not failed myself fully, though he, in his kindess, would never once claim so. I thank thee with all of my heart.